i think i'm molting.
my big toe skin is peeling at a grotesque speed.


maybe, just maybe.
if you see past all the quirk and funk.
you might find something worth more than fairweather.
then again, visual abilities differ much.
the secret: a keen eye and genuine interest.


nothing in nature is made without purpose.
everything we create should follow likewise.
i'm slowly learning to build true relationships.
ones that dont require opaque film across skin.


i'm so angry.
i should've just squished the jumping spider when i had a chance to.
all the "omg what if it jumps on my hand and eats me" thoughts.
in the end it escaped from under my bathroom door.
i cant even squish a lousy jumping spider.
now its free and happy, roaming my second floor.


two silver trout sat way on high
and watched a royal samurai
plant two black orchids in a box
and strap it to a laughing fox.

perfection at 5:50 PM